WINGS || Taehyung

#12 - Repugnant Loyalty

Namjoon's scar became unbearably hot under his skin, making him snatch his hand away from Jin's, and clutching onto the back of his neck, where his mark lay.

'Mmph,' He let out a throaty groan, his eyes accumulating water at the sensation. Just as sudden it's appearance was, the same way it went, making Namjoon sigh in the sudden relief it brought.

'Namjoon!' He hadn't noticed Jin, who had been screaming his name since the time his mark had begun burning, making you leave the coffee half way as you rushed into the room to find Jin worriedly looking at Namjoon and him on the couch with his head bent over.

'Are you alright?' Jin asked as he cautiously sat himself beside him, a legible gap between the two. Namjoon nodded, but you weren't fooled. You knew something was wrong so you asked Namjoon to leave as politely as you could, making sure he could get enough rest before work the next day.

As you saw him off to the door, Jin followed behind you like a lost puppy, watching Namjoon closely over your shoulder.

'Please take care of yourself, Namjoon!' Jin exclaimed worriedly, as Namjoon waved at both of you, his sight lingering longer on Jin before he left without another word. Once you made sure he had left, you closed the door, before turning around to face Jin.

'Jin, what was all that about?' You asked immediately, your voice low - almost in a whisper. You and Jin walked over to the couch and sat beside each other, him facing the television and you, him. He seemed lost for a while before he responded to you.

'I don't know, Y/N. It was weird.. One moment he was shaking my hand and the next moment, he froze and...'

'Jin?' You placed a hand on his shoulder as he stared straight ahead into space, leaving his sentence incomplete. You were about to call him again, when he startled you - 'Y/N!'

'What?' You jumped, your eyes widening.

'Didn't something similar happen with you and that.. Who was that guy last night?' He asked, his eyes focused on you now, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while you blushed.

'Taehyung..' You whispered, looking everywhere else but at him.

'Yeah, so didn't something like this happen with you and Taehyung? Handshake? Freezing? Snatching hand away? You thought you were unhygienic?' He urged on, as the memories replayed in your head, scene per scene. Jin was right: everything had happened in the same sequence. You didn't have to be told that Namjoon had reacted the same way as Taehyung.

Realization hit you hard in the face making you widen your eyes before nodding your head vigorously, a triumphant smile beginning to grow on Jin's face.

'Why do you think it happened though?' You whispered to him, like you were sharing a secret that was not to be disclosed.

'I don't know. But I'd love to find out. Why don't you...bring him over tomorrow again? We can keep an eye on him to find something peculiar. Besides..' He smiled, his sentence trailing off keeping you on edge. The smile never left his face, his head turning back to stare at the T.V.

'Besides?' You looked at him with so much of focus you thought you'd burn two holes at the side of his face.

'I find him quite appealing myself,' He turned his head to look at you. Giving you a wink, he ruffled your hair before kissing your forehead and going into the kitchen.

'What?' Your voice reached no where above a whisper as you let your thoughts dwell in the depths of the most unholy meanings you could derive.

'Taehyung.. You didn't come today,' You whispered as you looked out of your window, talking to yourself like he was right beside you, while you cradled one of Jin's Mario plushies. You had felt rather alone that day, and seeing Hoseok so vulnerable earlier didn't really help in lightening up the mood.

You didn't know what to feel yet, though. True, he had kissed you - which was unmistakably your first kiss and it only made the wings of the butterflies in your stomach flap harder then ever. It did make your heart flutter when he spoke to you, about him or said anything, at this point.

But what you really felt - you had yet to find out. That's when, somehow your thoughts drifted to the black haired man you met the previous day, who was charmingly smooth with his words to woo you, Min Yoongi.

He was, besides Taehyung, another piece of art that you found to be looking out of place in the ordinary shop. He either came in all white, blending beautifully with his skin, or all black, like defining the word 'devilishly beautiful' in a new way.

Somehow, you felt rather obligated to connect these two beautiful men together. It's like they were two jigsaw pieces that were meant to be either joined together or just belonged to the same puzzle.

However, you knew you had a few facts you were unsure about yourself, which you kept in mind to ask about to Taehyung.

'Wong Bin, there was no need for you to come here.' Taehyung spoke confidently, his back facing the three finely dressed men, who stood there nonchalantly faced, while two of them held a sheet of paper each in their hand.

'Look, the other Angels are coming to us- us, because they think we're being biased, letting you stay here on Earth. And it's been what, two hundred years-'

'Three,' Taehyung interrupted him as he turned around in the seat, now facing them. He kept one of his elbows propped up on the arm rest of the chair, while his face showed nothing but absolute boredom.

'Sorry?' Wong Bin said as his wings twitched behind him conveying how annoying Taehyung was being.

'Don't be. Anyway, as I was saying, you didn't have to come here. I've found my soul mate. It's just a matter of time that I'll be redeemed of my sin and you can return back to your normal keeping work.' Taehyung spoke lazily, but sternly, like he held authority over them, when in reality, it was someone else who they worked for.

'You know they work for me, and not you, right?' Min Yoongi spoke, his voice thick as he walked over to his desk and sat himself in front of Taehyung, on his leather back chair, as the three men bowed down to pay their respects to Yoongi.

Waving his hand, Yoongi focused on Taehyung, who had turned around again to face him, a glass of wine in his hand, looking intoxicated but was sober in reality. He bore his eyes into Taehyung's but when he didn't give the reaction like he usually got, he sighed heavily before leaning back into his chair.

'Ah, I wish this could get rid of the pain,' Taehyung sighed as he leaned into the chair, his legs sprawling across the floor as his body slid down the length of the chair, his back resting on the seat.

'Straighten up, Kim Taehyung, I have business to finish with you.' Yoongi said as he beckoned the two men to give him the sheets of paper.

'Your Highness, Hoseok and Ji Hyun are to be called in. They'll be committing suicide in a exactly a week. Thursday afternoon, at approximately four o'clock. Reincarnations are noted as Fallen Angels, Red Blood family.' Wong Bin spoke, while the other two stood behind him, careful not to stand behind his wings.

'Are they related?' Min Yoongi asked, as he read the details on the sheets of paper.

'Yes sir, brother and sister.'

'No other relatives?'

'Their Mother is dying. Will be gone in a few hours.'

'Hmm, alright. Tell Namjoon to go over to their place to make sure it happens. One hitch and I'm chopping one of your wings off.' Yoongi glared at the three of them, making them gulp before agreeing and disappearing into thin air.

'Why do you have to chop their wings off? It's not their fault if people don't come into your family line like they're supposed to. Can't you just deal with it?' Taehyung got back up on the seat, color drained from his face as his heart ached to meet you but he knew it would be long before he could.

'No, Kim Taehyung. It's because of a certain someone that we have had to take strict actions against the Keepers of the Red Blood line. Now, what did you say you wanted to talk to me about?'

'Does the name, Min Ji, ring a bell, Min Yoongi?'